somewhere between the soul and soft machine

a story: [has conflict]

me, sweating and crying: why would they do this to me. why are they stressing me out. do they want to hurt me

it's below zero out, the wind is howling, and i'm home sick, so there's not much else to do but this 🕯 📚 ☕️

wanna write twelve things at once and i couldn't decide what so. reading instead 😌

sometimes it's hard for me to read a book because i'm jealous that i didn't write it

i made a bookstagram account for all my bookish reading posts!

(and probably writing too tbh)

if you want to follow along with my reading journey! it's right here!

(and if you have a similar page of your own share it with me so i can follow you!!)